#have an old drabble bc i couldn't come up with anything new

[villainology]

i feel like a kid running around with their drawing to show everyone else in the room bc i've already told like 2 other blogs about this scenario i had while i was trying to sleep but can you IMAGINE being a family friend of the sawyers? maybe your grandparents knew theirs before times were tough and cannibalism became their means of survival, and your family's died off and left you the little farmhouse and patch of land a few miles outside of the sawyers' boundaries. drayton's clarified you're off-limits (through some honorary family-friend ideals, or as not to upset grandpa 'cause your folks were always kind to them) and you're none the wiser to their true savagery they get up to (you can hear a scream once or twice, when you drive your dad's old beat up truck near their land sometimes, but you always think they've got really rowdy and funny sounding goats). but you've inherited your family's farmhouse and poor little you just doesn't know anything about farming and fixing up the house! no matter how hard you try, nothing grows, so one uneventful day you drop off some seeds as a gift for drayton since, well, they're not getting any use with you, and you mention a problem that needs fixing. maybe it's a rusty shed door you can't get open, or a busted roof. either way, drayton's always liked to keep up apparances and you haven't had a chance to meet the new additions of the family, so drayton sends johnny back with you (after giving him thorough lecturing about how no, you are NOT a potential victim, you're just a little oblivious, and plus johnny's the most... convincingly normal one out of all of them, arguably) to fix something up for you as thanks for the seeds. so now there's a sweaty, attractive, pretty charming (and maybe a little subtly condescending) guy fixing up something because you hadn't the slightest clue how to fix it, so you might as well make him some lemonade or tea and thank him! and, well, johnny might think you're amusing. pretty sweet, pretty cute, pretty *airheaded*. drayton said you were off-limits for anything violent, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't test any other limits, right?

aaaah~ no bc wait I think you’re onto something here!! you got me thinking so many filthy thots rn, so I made a lil drabble, hope that’s okay w you? 😭❤️ sjdbdjdndnfnf I hope it’s written okay, I wrote this half asleep in bed but I couldn’t stop thinking abt it!

warnings — slight dub-con, light smut, Johnny being Johnny!

“Here you go, Mr Johnny,” you smiled up the ladder toward him as you walked out with two glasses of lemonade in hand, “where’d ya want it?”

“Just set it down on the table there.” His voice was stern, a tad hint of annoyance laced into it, not that you noticed.

Johnny stood at the top of the ladder, nail in mouth as he hammered another into roof of your porch, closing off the gap which would hopefully stop the rattling noise anytime there was a gust of wind. He slipped the hammer and last few nails into his work belt before looking down at you stood below him, so innocently sipping through the curly straw in your lemonade glass.

The Texan heat wasn’t good for much, but the way it made a light coat of sweat glisten on your body as the sun began to set was enough to make him appreciate the summer weather. Your denim shorts just a little too high up and your white vest top just a little too low, but from where he was stood he got to have the perfect angle down your shirt, and you were none the wiser.

Johnny carefully came down the ladder before picking his glass up off the table, his eyes never once leaving your body. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, you really were oblivious, so innocent and air-headed that he wondered how you survived off by yourself all these years before coming back to the farmlands.

The way Drayton sent him out here with you alone, like sending a lamb off to the slaughter — an adorable, pretty little lamb making lemonade for a starving lion. Johnny wondered to himself what you’d think if you found out what they were really like, just how savage and dangerous they were, would you run scared from him, give him chase to hunt you down on acres of land?

“Sorry about you having to come out here, I’ve clearly got a lot to learn about all this type of stuff, huh?” You laughed as you gestured toward the house and the land surrounding it.

Johnny was snapped from his thoughts, a fake little smile crossing his face as he nodded, “don’t sweat it, darlin’, friends helping out friends, ain’t that right?”

He knew that Drayton said you weren’t to be a victim, that you weren’t some prey to be chased and hunted down, butchered just for the hell of it, but what about anything else? After all, this was Drayton’s way of saying thanks to you, but what did Johnny get out of this? Where was his thank you for fixing up your roof free of charge? If you weren’t going to be Johnny’s victim then he’d sure as hell find away for you to give him thanks.

“Say,” he placed his half empty glass down on the table beside him, “you moved back up here all alone, not got a boyfriend following you here?”

“Oh, heh, no. Haven’t had one of those in a long while, Mr Johnny.”

“Huh, well that’s just peachy, darlin’.”

He walked from the table and closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your arm as he worked his way behind you, his warm body pressing up against yours as he leaned down to your ear, “how about a thank you for all my hard work, hm?”

His hand snaked its way around your waist and played with the button of your shorts, his lips grazing across the delicate skin of your neck, gently kisses to distract you from what his hands were doing. Truth be told you didn’t want him to stop, and he could tell. The way you let him unbutton your pants without a fight, his fingers working their way between your legs and tracing a line back and forth against your clothed cunt.

“Mr Johnny, I don’t think—”

“That’s alright, baby, you don’t gotta think,” his free hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head to the side so he could more easily bite and suck at your skin, “just gotta do whatever I tell you to do.”

After all, Drayton said you couldn’t be slaughtered like he did the others, but he didn’t say anything about Johnny not being able to fuck you til’ you couldn’t walk no more.

[taegularities]

oh my god, i'm seeing so many fic: ruin you asks these past months. it's so fulfilling to see nobody forgetting the couples. also, the fact that a!oc gained so much traction even among the new readers? :')))) used to be my favorite oc too, despite the fact that we first knew ry!oc and had attachments with her haha. still adore her. idk why, rid but i see yourself the most in a!oc amonst your other ocs :''))))) perhaps due to the sweetness <333 btw, all these asks even bring me to ask, since idr it being revealed before- when did tae/a!oc first tell each other i love yous properly? because i rmbr a!oc only saying she is falling for him before the timeskip

remember your old post where you expressed your worries regarding writing a new drabble or something related to the series? because you thought nobody any longer would be interested? then your recent post with similar thoughts concerning fic: cmi too? riddyy, i get where those come from but are you kidding us?! we will eat up anything like a starved little nation! we're never tired of your contents. whatever it may be. whether it's an old fic or new release! go for whatever your heart inspires. i'll always root for you, my favorite tumblr girl!

but to reassure you once more: i'm looking forward to the promised fluff of cmi, riddyyy <3 it's much much needed indeed. i'm looking forward to the upcoming new jungkookie fics, i'm looking forward to you bringing back ry couple/s (probably tae and a!oc more lmao because we have so little of these two), i'm looking forward to anything your beautiful brain and heart comes up with really. anything, really. like so many others on this app. i hope you see our love in the way we always write to you and our unhurried anticipation!

sjiskaiakkak anyway, stay healthy and happy vacations to you!!!! also, are you still in turkey? safe travels <3

ohhhh i wanna tell ry/ruined babyfans that the taekook angst is in cmi too 😮‍💨 although, not as bad since circumstances are slightly different HAHAHA

babe this is a love letter what the heck !!! 😭 so i'm going to give you one back.

you literally echoed my thoughts – it's always so nice to see people still care so deeply about these characters and that they still live in your minds after all this time. it's the same with c&f – i didn't expect everybody to love it so much, and even less for people to remember it. probably the biggest reason why i wrote another part at all <3 haha yesss, i do love ry!oc but a!oc has a special something about her that we've grown to adore, right? 🥺 no wayyyy, you see me in her?? that's a top fkn tier compliment what 😭

ahh yeah, oc told him she was falling in love with him and then in the very last scene there was something like "you love me, right?" – "i do." but i think they'd been together for a couple months when tae came up with this big, elaborate date where he'd take her to their favourite exhibition.. then they went to a restaurant at the end of the town and took a walk and he just couldn't get himself to finally say it lmao until they reached a small hill, and he was like, "ok this is the moment," and told her he loved her 🥺 this entire date just to tell her 🤍

ughhh, yes, my brain is a menace like that 😭 sometimes it's hard to convince myself that people really care (i think that's what cmi oc + jk and i have in common? :')), so it's the sweetest thing of you to remind me that you're still here. i do always worry bc things get quiet here, but i'm so thankful you're all here to reassure me and don't get annoyed by these moods of mine jfkahdkf and you never, ever rush me, so i truly love you sm.. :(

i'm back home now!! turkey is gorgeous. thank you, my love <3 oh wait, is there taekook angst in cmi? elaborate 👀 haha but yeah shit is definitely different this time around 😂

[reverie-starlight]

{lover- m. atsumu}

I was listening to lover and I got inspired... this song makes me feel all kinds of lonely. Like- there's lonely, and then there's the kind of lonely I feel while listening to Lover.

Please enjoy this! I had fun writing it. I even made a special header for it cause this has literally been months in the making. I used the lover logo and everything hehe.

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Warnings: some language and alcohol consumption by reader, like one (1) dirty joke. slightly suggestive, but very very briefly in a couple spots. this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written and I blame Taylor Swift for making me soft. not proof read.

Character: Miya Atsumu (you have no idea how long this has been sitting in my drafts under the name (lover- unspecified hq character) because I couldn't decide between Akaashi, Atsumu or Suna. Of course Atsumu prevailed bc I am in love with him.)

Word Count: idk but it’s long... definitely closer to 2k?

Synopsis: A collection of moments from when you and Atsumu navigate having your own home and living together for the first time.

Notes: The way this is set up isn't going to match the song 100%, I just chose some stand out lyrics, so it's a songfic, but not really. It isn't the whole song. And these moments aren't like, in sequence or anything, it's basically drabbles based on whatever I thought of for the chosen lyric.

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we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january

this is our place, we make the rules

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were able to sit down on the sofa and admire your handiwork. You curled up against your boyfriend's side and smiled at what had been accomplished.

For the past week and a half, you and Atsumu had been busy moving into your new shared home. It was an apartment, and it was already a million times better than your previous living arrangements. You were living together now and it was surreal.

And what's more was that it was yours. You weren't just spending the night, you weren't visiting- it was your shared home with someone you cared for so deeply. It was your place, and both of you were free to do as you pleased with it.

"You know," you started off quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peace but also wanting to get this thought off of your mind. "We could potentially put up the Christmas decorations around the apartment one day after work this week. We're not running on anyone else's schedule anymore. We can literally put them up whenever we want."

Your boyfriend peered down at you and smiled. It wasn't one of his usual arrogant grins reserved for the court, or one of the teasing smirks that he used when he wanted to get on your nerves. This one was softer. It matched the look in his eyes and you knew it meant he was as happy as you were.

Tired from helping you move around furniture all day, but very happy.

"That's true. And that also means we wouldn't have to rush to take 'em down within a socially acceptable timeframe. 'Samu was always a stickler for that." He slightly shifted so that he could look at the one storage box that had been left out for the time being. In black marker it read Holiday Decorations- they had come from your old apartment.

You felt bad leaving your friend without any decorations at all, but since you paid for them (and Osamu refused to give his brother their shared box) you took yours with you.

"That is also true." You sighed and looked around the newly finished living room. A comfortable silence took over once again.

"So were ya thinking tomorrow after you get home, or..." Atsumu trailed off.

Home. He must've said sentences similar to that a million times over the course of your relationship, however it was always referring to a different place with people who weren't him. The weight of it was different now. Home was with him, and though it felt like that even before moving in together, home- as in the physical place you now lived- was also with him.

"That sounds perfect." you grinned up at him.

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have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years?

The only way to describe this moment was pure.

Lying face-to-face in bed with your lover, not talking at all, just admiring each other. Sometimes he would brush away a strand of hair from your face and follow up with caressing your cheek. Talking wasn't needed. You were at a point in your relationship with Atsumu where silences didn't need to be filled with meaningless small talk.

You had an understanding of each other now and it ran so deep that you wondered how you hadn't known this man your whole life. In the grand scheme of your time on this planet, you had only known him for a small part of it.

It baffled you, in all honesty, how you knew he would be your forever.

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can I go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

When he first brought up the prospect of living together, you were a bit hesitant.

You knew there was no need to be, considering you had been together for years, but you were scared of change and you really loved how things were going. Moving in together was bound to cause more petty arguments until you could both navigate the new dynamics that it was bound to bring to your relationship.

And if you were being really honest, you were worried that you wouldn't necessarily have your own space- your room would now be shared, you had to be mindful of how you decorated the place so it would be to both of your likings... you were scared that moving in with someone (who wasn't just your roommate) would take away some of the joys of independence.

But once you got settled and used to living together?

You never wanted to be apart from him again.

Laughter rang through the kitchen as he flung some flour at you. It was one in the morning and the two of you decided it would be a good idea to make cookies.

"Okay, okay! I yield! Just stop!" He laughed as you were about to crack an egg over his head.

You set the egg down and pretended to be done with your attacks. Walking over to the sink to wash your hands as he put the cookies in the oven, you silently filled up a small cup with water.

"Alright, I'm gonna go change-" he was cut off by a splash of water in his face.

You grinned at him and started backing away as he wiped a hand over his face. He noticed you trying to sneak away and lunged at you.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy," he laughed, chasing you around the kitchen.

Yeah, you wouldn't trade living with him for the world.

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take me out, and take me home

You were drunk.

You had gone out with a group of your friends to celebrate a birthday and you were lucky enough to not be playing designated driver. You were going to offer but Atsumu suggested that he take that role on instead since he had practice the next day and didn't want to go in with a hangover.

("Plus," he said, "You always offer and you deserve to have some fun, too.")

You seldom drank when you went out with friends, usually just preferring to watch over them and make sure they were safe. Even Atsumu had only ever seen you drunk a handful of times, and never in a public setting with loud music and other drunk people involved. But tonight you decided that as long as he was there to keep you from doing something stupid, you could let loose. He had no idea what was in store.

So when you stumbled up to him and interrupted his conversation with one of your friend's boyfriends (who also opted to stay sober), he couldn't help but laugh a bit. You tried to lean on the bar beside you but missed it, causing your boyfriend to quickly catch you before you could drop to the ground. You bounced back quick from the embarrassment, using his hands on your waist to your advantage.

"Hey, handsome," you tried to flirt, putting your arms around his neck, "can I buy you a drink?"

He stared at you for a second before smirking. If he knew one thing about you when you got drunk, it was that your confidence could easily be turned into clinginess or shyness depending on how he responded to whatever advances you made.

He whispered something in your ear that made you flush. Then you were hiding your face in his neck as he laughed at you even more, patting your side.

"'Tsumu, c'mon, let me be the flirt in this relationship for once," you mumbled against him.

He rubbed your back comfortingly and said "I'm very sorry, baby, you can flirt with me all you want on the car ride home, kay?"

You nodded and brought your face out of hiding.

He checked his phone for the time. "We should get going, actually, it's getting pretty late. Is that alright with you, sweetheart?"

You nodded and jumped on him, making him scramble to catch you once again. "Take me home, lover."

And when he did eventually get you home, after saying bye to your friends, and a car ride full of your flirting, he realized had to carry you the whole way up. Sleepiness was taking over and you were getting sappy- his favourite part.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, washing your face and brushing your teeth for you with the softest look in his eyes as you rambled on about all the reasons you loved him. He listened to you speak with a fond smile, small hums of acknowledgement leaving his mouth and his chest swelling with love.

"And, I'm just so proud of you, baby, you're amazing." You finished your slurred rant with a bright smile and a sloppy kiss to his forehead.

He giggled a bit and hugged you tightly before pulling away to look into your eyes. "You have no idea how much I love you. How grateful I am for you," he ran his hands up and down your sides and smiled when you squirmed. "Now let's get you into bed, sleepy." He peppered you with a few kisses before taking you to your shared bed and lying you down.

He always wanted to be the one who brought you home.

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and i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want 'em all

He had taken you as his plus one to an event he was obligated to attend. It was some sort of banquet- you weren't really clear on all the details but you did know that it was a big deal for Atsumu. There was going to be a lot of potential sponsors for him and his teammates, so you wanted to make sure that you weren't being anything less than perfect so you wouldn't attach a negative image to him. (He told you that there was nothing to worry about, that nothing you could do or say would ever be so bad, but you worried anyway.)

You really were trying to be calm and collected.

But this girl, the daughter of a potential sponsor, was seriously pushing your limits.

The entire night she had been eying him, just waiting for you to leave his side- glaring at you then smiling at Atsumu if he happened to look over. You were not having it, obviously, and you tried to make it clear that she had no chance.

But she was persistent.

"I mean, come on, I can get my dad to sponsor you so easily- I have a lot of sway with him, you know? There’s just one condition you’d have to meet," you heard her say as you were walking out of the bathroom and back to his side.

You rolled your eyes. You knew your boyfriend was attractive- it wasn't unusual for people to try to flirt with him before realizing he wasn't single- and you knew you had nothing to worry about. He was so loyal and loving and he would never even entertain the thought of betraying you like that.

But sometimes he could be a bit dense.

He definitely wasn't the playboy flirt the media often made him out to be. In fact, you even made the first move before you started dating. He hadn't realized you were flirting at all until you made it clear to him.

So you didn't hold it against him when you heard him being friendly with the girl who now had a hand on his arm. You walked up beside him and looped your arm through his free one. He immediately turned and smiled at you, then tried to introduce the girl. 

“Oh, hey baby, there ya are. This is-” he widened his eyes at you in panic as he realized he forgot her name and you had to fight back the smile that was making its way onto your face. He quickly turned to face the girl to make it seem like he directed that last sentence at her. “My partner, (L/n) (Y/n).” 

She didn’t remove her hand from his arm and only seemed to latch onto him tighter at your arrival.

The girl faked a smile towards you. “Hi,” it was obviously cold, and if Atsumu hadn’t noticed her behavior before, he was definitely catching on now.

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and moved closer to you. “She was just telling me about how ‘er father’s company could be a potential sponsor. What were ya saying before about me having to meet a condition?” 

She flushed but didn’t lose any confidence. “Well, I was going to say the condition was buying me dinner... would you be interested, Atsumu?”

Your eyes widened at her use of his first name and he frowned. “Uh... definitely not. Please call me Miya. We’re not close, and we’re never going to be. Thank you for your sponsorship offer, but I think your condition is a little too impossible for me to meet. I have a partner and the least ya could do is respect that.”

With that said, he moved his hand into yours and tugged you along behind him. You stuck your tongue out at the girl as you passed her, not feeling bad at the embarrassed look on her face one bit.

Once you were out on the balcony, he apologized for not realizing she was flirting sooner. 

“’Tsum, it’s all good. Once you did realize it, you shut it down immediately. You did nothing wrong.” 

He nodded but you could still tell he felt guilty. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it so he would look at you. “If you feel bad about getting hit on a lot when I’m around, or flirted with despite this relationship being public knowledge, please don’t. I trust you and I know that you would never break that. It can be frustrating, and maybe some days I feel more insecure than others, but at the end of the day? We go home together. We’re a team, okay? I love you.”

Atsumu looked at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “I love you so much.” He wanted to hug you, pick you up, kiss you- show you how much your words reassured him and how grateful he was for you. 

But there were still people on the other side of the door who would be eager to call the two of you out for being unprofessional at one of his work events. So instead he settled for placing a quick kiss on your hand.

He glanced through the doorway and then stood up. “How mad do you think my publicity rep would be with me if people saw us leaving early again?”

“He’d be pissed. You’ve been so good tonight.”

“And you’ve been perfect. Just like I said you’d be. I think we can risk a few articles, right?”

You sighed, but smiled up at him anyway. “One of these days we’ll see a work party through to the end, but today is not that day.” 

The two of you giggled and snuck out of the party, not caring one bit about the affronted looks of old businessmen or the teasing glances of his teammates.

The next morning, his phone was blowing up with angry messages from his managers and some snarky texts from his brother. He shut off his phone and rolled over to fall back asleep with you in his arms. 

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and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

“Baby, I lied, I have another one,” said Atsumu as he walked up to where you sat on the couch. 

You groaned. Your boyfriend had been telling you bad jokes all morning, obviously trying to get on your nerves, and you finally managed to get him to stop.

Or so you thought.

“Atsumu, I swear, it’s only been twenty minutes-”

“Just listen! I think you’ll like this one.”

You sighed. “Fine. Go ahead.”

He dramatically cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Now this may seem corny but you make me-”

“Atsumu,” you cut him off when you realized where the joke was going. 

“Knock knock,” he said, as if he anticipated you’d cut him off.

“Who’s there?” you couldn’t have sounded more done with him if you tried.

“Al.”

“Al who?”

“Al give you a kiss if you just open this stupid door!” The smile he gave you reminded you of a puppy after doing a trick- proud and looking for a positive response.

You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

“You’re lucky that one was cute- it made up for that other one.”

His smile widened. “Speaking of that one-”

“Oh fine, have your way.” You tried and failed to sound annoyed as you put your arms out for him. 

He laughed and picked you up, running to your shared room.

You had to admit- you were happy that you were the only one he directed those types of jokes to.

And even if they were lame, you still loved him with everything you had.

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you're my, my, my, my lover